OMG! It happened! It’s here: 2017. For many, 2016 was a long, arduous year, but my household didn’t have time to come up for air. The months flew by. I clearly remember this time last year, living in my old house in Florida, knowing our family was about to decide where to relocate, and the future was something I couldn’t predict. There… Read More

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While I’ve experienced my fair share of traumas, I recently came to the realization that it isn’t life’s worst blows that I find hardest to forgive. When it’s a black and white matter of who is wrong and who is right, it’s easier for me to get over. When the situation is gray, with bystanders on either side, forgiveness becomes… Read More

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I’ve moved 26 times in my life, not counting college moves. I’ve moved while 8 months pregnant. I’ve moved while recovering from surgery. I’ve been kicked out, invited in, I’ve moved for heartbreak and for celebratory promotions. No matter how many times you do it, and under what circumstances, moving sucks. After a major relocation in February, I could have gone… Read More

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Have you heard the song Lost Boy by Ruth B.? While the lyrics are far from complex, it’s haunting melodies are beautiful to listen to. Apparently, it’s meant to be a universal tale of loneliness and belonging. Call me jaded, but all I can think of is how many young, artsy females are captivated by the wrong guys in an attempt… Read More

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I’ve spent years debating how to broach this topic, since I knew there would be backlash, misunderstandings and judgments against me, but I always knew the conversation had to happen, because if I had this information long ago, I never would have been infected. The best way to do it, is probably to tell you my story. Why is it… Read More

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It was common knowledge, as a kid in the 80’s and 90’s, that the stay-at-home moms were the ones who looked the frumpiest. It was as if they spent all of their money and energy on their kids. They wore ill-fitting workout clothes to drop off and pick up their children, though they showed no physical signs of ever having… Read More

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About Me

It all started when I was 20 days late out of the womb. I've been late in getting nearly every memo since then, but I've learned a hell of a lot along the way. The older I get, the better life gets (and if it hasn't been your experience already, it can be). I've crafted the skill of resiliency the way some people master the guitar. I can find the comedy, or at the very least the lesson, in every situation. It's never too late. In fact, it's better late. Read More…